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Offline Dictum Mortuum

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Character Sheets
« on: June 02, 2012, 01:48:33 PM »
Make a single post with your character sheet and any relevant details. Then, open a thread with your character name, where we can discuss on matters about your character.

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Re: Character Sheets
« Reply #1 on: June 02, 2012, 04:39:48 PM »
So, Nanshork gave me my solution! Thank you very much, sir, you are a gentleman and a scholar!

Jonah "Lucky" McDermot

Born in 1793 in Dublin, Ireland, son of a successful building contractor, Jonah's family was relatively wealthy, having acquired their wealth in the rebuilding of the Kingdom of Ireland after the Great Famine struck in the first half of the 1700's. Jonah had an unremarkable early childhood. All of that changed when riots caused by the fighting of Protestants and Catholics caused his father's construction factory to burn down, taking the life of his mother, who was brutally raped and murdered amidst the chaos. Heartbroken and poor, his father took to heavy drinking and gambling, and the life Jonah knew ended in his late teens, replaced by a gloom existence amidst the lower classes of Ireland. Unable to depend on his father, soon Jonah took to gambling and conning as a means of garnering survival, and he soon found out he was a natural. Jonah lost all faith in God and the world in general, and took a keen interest in fate, especially the mythology surronding the Wheel of Fortune, in which all men can rise and fall...

His rage against religion led him to conning clergyman from Protestant and Catholic churches, stripping the men from their wealth, and then extorting them of their secrets before exposing them before members of the faith. He soon found out that got him too many enemies, though, and he was forced to flee from Ireland, or else he would end up dead in a ditch, or worse. But Jonah's hatred didn't settle, and his faith in the Wheel of Fortune, and the roll of the dice led him to believe that all wrongs need to be met with equal opposite strenght. His vengeance was justified in his view of the world, in which every action garners an reaction, and the cosmos never fails to deliver the punishment deserved, and hell would freeze over if he, with his knowledge, would break that law by forgiving anything. From town to town he went, changing identities as a man changes clothes... But no matter what type of situation he got, he ALWAYS managed to pull through, even against overwhelming odds. In Blackjack, Poker & Dices, no matter what the game, or even the big game that is life and death, Jonah always seemed to get the upper hand. His luck was only paralelled by his amount of enemies, however, and so Jonah kept wandering, becoming ever increasingly obsessed about Chance and Fate.

It was only a matter of time before that belief in Fate and Chance became something more for him. Jonah took to every fortune-teller and every seer and Gipsy on every town he went, debunking the frauds and learning from the truthful. Jonah always had a knack for telling if someone is lying... Secrets of the trade, i guess. With his education, Jonah frequented the libraries of cities he went, musing over tomes of old arcane knowledge and ciphers, and even mathematical probabilitity sciences... Every mantra for good luck, every lucky charm and four-leaf clover Jonah tested, and tested, and swore to himself that he wouldn't EVER refuse a bet, because he was to be blessed by Fate herself. And to Fate he swore himself, chanting every tongue he knew, and pressing his luck at every opportunity.

That's about when his luck caught up with him, though, and the Churches he despised started to follow the rumors of one Lucky wanderer that started to appear throughout Europe and Western Asia. One particular priest was insanely obssessed with him, and followed him dilligently, hell bent on getting revenge against the one that took God, the Church, and everything from him. His name was Leoric McCloud, a Catholic priest that Jonah took as one of his first targets. Jonah found out the priest was breaking his chastity vows, and that he sold confessionary secrets to get money and fuel his gambling addiction... Jonah found that out, and conned the priest of all his money. When he was broke, Jonah outed the priests practice, blackmailing the men the priest sold their secrets to. The priest was expelled from the church, but swore to God that he would make him pay. He was SURE that Jonah practiced sorcery, and the way he openly dismissed the idea of God and used pagan apparel openly was only more cause to suspect it...

The priest found Jonah, and cornered him. With a flintlock pressed firmly against his forehead, he fired. Nothing happened. As soon as the gun was pulled to inspection, it fired with no warning. And again. And again. And again. No matter how badly the priest wanted him dead, the gun simply REFUSED to fire against Jonah. Beaten and bloody, and at the mercy of the ex priest, Jonah couldn't but see the irony in that. When he thought fate had left him, there it was back on his side, making the gun misfire a WHOPPING 7 TIMES.

And suddenly, it hit him. The Epiphany. The Awakening. No... Fate NEVER abandoned him. He was a SERVANT of Fate, he was DEDICATED to it. Fate LISTENED. He DIDN'T want to die... HE WAS MAKING HIS LUCK... Ever since he started believing in it, ever since he started dedicating to it, it was his will all along that was making his luck... He was making the Wheel turn as he pleased....

Jonah started laughing manically. The priest was wroth with seething, frothing foaming rage. He started beating on Jonah... When he realized his sack of Black Powder had caught fire. And then it exploded, taking his right hand when it exploded... And all the while Jonah was laughing, when the blast from the explosion caused a chandelier on the abandoned church he was being held in sway in JUST the EXACT way to widen the crack on which it was bolted to, and falling in exactly the right angle to break away a shard of glass that cut the ropes that bound him... At the same exact time, the Flintlock that the priest was helding on the hand that wasn't blasted off fell and fired a bullet smack straight into the padlock holding the only exit out of the abandoned church... That just about that time was starting to be engulfed into flames from some of the candles the priest was knocking down in his agonizing pain.

Thinking himself the luckiest son of a bitch alive on the planet, and believing the priest dead and gone forever, Jonah took off to resume his wandering... Now with a much clearer purpose in mind. With his newfound ability to bend fate to his whim, Jonah didn't need to resort to petty cons and gambling... No, he would dedicate himself to learning ever more about fate, and to gain an ever more firm grip on the Wheel. Oh Fortuna INDEED!

And so, for the next 5 years, Jonah went accross the sea and through the plains, to mysterious Arabia and savage Africa, to the Americas and back to the old country... All the while researching on lucky charms and ways of better communicate with fate. He learned about Quintessence, and Tess and the Prime, and about the existence of the Traditions and the war of Ascenscion. He stayed under the radar of the former Order of Reason and reformed his identity, better concealing it and keeping magic strictly Coincidental, only using his gift when it needed using, keeping to the mundane abilities he got before as his primary weapons. He thought the priest died for good, but knew he had other enemies, and couldn't shake off the feeling he was still being hunted, by someone, by everyone...

One day, in a visit to the Vatican, Jonah got word of a newfound archaeological dig of a temple dedicated to Fortuna... Immediately, that piqued his interest, and traveled to Palestrina, to the Sanctuary of Fortuna Primigenia, where he disguised himself as an experienced Archaeologist, and conned his way inside the dig, deep into the bowels of the temple, where, by chance, he stumbled on a loose rock, which revealed an underground passageway into an inner sanctum. Feeling clearly the pull of magic, he followed it into the depths of earth, where he found a small gathering of Statuettes of the various aspects of the Goddess, below a wooden Wheel of Fortune, that, miraculously, looked as if new, although it was certain it had at least 1500 years. There, he found an obsidian amulet representing the Moon, one of the aspects of the Goddess. The pull of magic of that amulet was incredibly strong, and as he put it in his neck, he felt his connection to Fate increase tenfold.

The amulet itself is pure black obsidian, but only when it's the New Moon. As the moon rises to a Crescent, the black slowly turns to a silvery hue, eventually becoming, in a Full Moon, a perfect round sphere of milky silvery glass, not unlike obsidian, but with a glow identical to that of the moon. Immediately he took the amulet as his most prized possession, eschewing other lucky charms in place of it, and using it exclusively as his Foci.

But again, Fate played a trick on him, and standing outside when he left the temple, he caught a glimpse of a man garbed in the clothes of the Faith, and in his right hand was a golden crossbow... Actually, his hand WAS a golden crossbow...

The man looked at him, and Jonah knew. It was Leoric. And not the Leoric he knew. He saw the man... He was changed, but his purpose was the same. And then Leoric saw him, and almost instantly, Jonah was forced to be Vulgar in order to change the path of the silver bolt that zoomed in on his head almost instantly when the eyes met. Jonah ran, and Fate saved him from further confrontation that day...

Jonah is fleeing ever since, brooding on his inability to end the priest's life on the day of his Awakening, and planning his eventual revenge...

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« Last Edit: June 02, 2012, 04:51:55 PM by brujon »
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